I wore them out on Thursday afternoon as I drove around the valley and took tons of pictures of old barns. I then went into town on errands. I returned the For Sale sign to the real estate office and ran into an oldtimer who commented on seeing me out taking pictures. Small town.
I then went to the grocery and saw the florist whose tea room I was planning to visit after picking up my lemons and onion. She said she'd be over there in a few minutes. It also where I buy my eggs until the girls get laying. Of course, when I went to check out, the same oldtimer was behind me in line. Small town.
I then popped into the thrift store to give the florist time to get back to her shop. Didn't see any of the things on my list, so I went to the tea room.
|Inside the Tea Room|
Yes, I wore my boots to tea. Small town.
|Chandelier and Rusty Galvanized Metal Ceiling|
She sat down and we enjoyed our tea together and visited for awhile. She then let me make some signs for her. I love that. She had hung an old window and I wrote on the glass her prices and other information in calligraphy. She comped my tea and said she likes to barter. I could get used to this.